life on the hobo line

Here's another mundane detail about my life which is inevitably going to be the bane of my piece of mind today since this is MY life I'm talking about and I happen to be THE star at center of the center of it.

I have been living in temporary mode since 1999.

I came upon that conclusion after glancing around my room trying to decide on what to pack for the upcoming trip.

Everything I saw aged an average of two years. Even my clothes, which normally consist of very old but very much favored items, are now almost completely new. My collection of parios (gifts from friends) are gone. They've been neatly packed away in boxes with my little pieces of trinkets and memorabilias and stored away in some storage facility. My bedside table is empty of my favourite books (also now boxed and stored) which I used to have just to look at.

Since 1999 I have been living with easily disposable, easily replaceable items, constantly ready to make another move.

We left our family home in 1999 and moved to the big city. There was constantly the possibility of moving again. I went to varsity in 2001 and lived temporarily in the college dorms, the design studio and later at a rented apartment. I failed to get into the degree program in 2004 and so I was temporarily at home while applying for vasities overseas. QUT accepted me in 2005 and I inhabited Brisbane temporarily for two years. Now I'm back for my practicum and I'm temporarily staying with my sister. There's a possibility of me moving in with my parents but that's still uncertain. I'm due to move back to Brisbane for a year, after which my next nesting place is as predictable as the weather.

Perhaps I should simply give up trying to grow roots.